“People said we looked good together – they always say that, his black skin, my white hair. Striking is how we look. We even got in the papers.”
Second-generation Irish immigrant Maeve took up the tango in her early seventies and has mastered the pasa doble at 74.
As she dances through piles of her late mother’s belongings Maeve conjures conversations with the women she has known and turned away from, largely in distaste.
From the acclaimed writer of Jumpy comes Nobody’s Listening, a glittering, bittersweet play that casts one eye on motherhood and one on the motherland.